
The Canyons review: where’s the cheese?
This pitiful would-be-sleazy melodrama is so terrible it can’t even manage to be cheesy.

This pitiful would-be-sleazy melodrama is so terrible it can’t even manage to be cheesy.
Stuff my followers on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ saw today…
Stuff my followers on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ saw today…
In response to something I posted recently about “the female gaze,” I got an email from a male reader who appeared to believe that “the female gaze” refers to “movies women like to watch.” It doesn’t. Not even close. But his email got my thinking that perhaps I need to explain what “the female gaze” … more…
Every week my browser gets cluttered up with tabs for stuff that I stumble across and figure I might be able to use as a Question of the Day or a WTF Thought for the Day or grist for some other post. And inevitably, I end the week with most of that material unused. But … more…
opening wide The Soloist: It’s the feel-kinda-queasy-about-how-rotten-we-humans-are movie of the spring! But it’s also the feel-kinda-good-cuz-some-of-us-are-trying-fix-that-too movie of the season! Yea! Fighting: I mean this in all honesty, and not to be mean, but is there something wrong with Channing Tatum? Like, is he kinda, you know, slow? Or is there something wrong with audiences … more…

Opens with Hitchcockian strings warp-warping as sticky red blood drips down a white screen… or is it blood? This touch of black whimsy isn’t the only one to be found here…